If I feel ragged, my prep team seems in worse condition, knocking back coffee and sharing brightly colored little pills. As far as I can tell, they never get up before noon unless there's some sort of national emergency, like my leg hair.
Suzanne CollinsI drink in his wholeness, the soudness of his body and mind. It runs through me like the morphling they give me in the hospital, dulling the pain of the last weeks.
Suzanne CollinsMaybe everyone is just trying to protect me by lying to me. I don't care. I'm sick of people lying to me for my own good.
Suzanne CollinsBecause it doesn't matter anymore, and because I'm so desperately lonely I can't stand it.
Suzanne CollinsFinnick?" I say, "Maybe some pants?" He looks down at his legs as if noticing his outfit for the first time. Then he whips off his hospital gown leaving him in just his underwear. "Why? Do you find this" -- he strikes a ridiculously provocative pose -- "distracting?" I laugh. Boggs looks embarrassed and Finnick looks more like the guy I met at the Quarter Quell
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